Okay, so this has taken me a long time to get up the courage to post this! I'm still looking for a Beta, so if you are interested please tell me. If you see any mistakes in here please tell me. Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I own a Spanish test, if anyone wants it; but sadly last time I looked I don't own CSI:Las Vegas
She pushed the door open, her fear shown in her rigid movements. Grissom had told her that he had wanted to see her and Hodge's unusually sympathetic face had given her a hint at why. Her perfectly manicured nails ran through her short bob, catching in knots but untying them and gliding through; like a bulldozer - exactly like the one that was going to destroy her life now.
"Have a seat." Grissom said.
Begrudgingly she lowered herself into the black padded chair and leaned back, the blackness contrasting sharply against her turquoise tank top, yet blending with her ironed black suit trousers. He sat in his chair opposite her, on the other side of the desk, and absent-mindedly began fiddling with a black biro, the plastic occasionally tapping on the desk.
"You wanted to see me because..." she said conservatively.
He leaned forward and put the biro on top of a blank pad of yellowish paper.
"I've tried to keep Ecklie out of the loop on what happened a few weeks ago, but unfortunately he has a way of worming into everywhere."
Catherine's hand froze midway through another nervous sweep of her bob.
"Damn it." she said, her voice catching in the back of her throat. Her voice came out weak and choked, which made her feel small, powerless, defeated.
"Hodge's unfortunately filed reports on everything you gave him." Grissom remarked as he began fiddling with a file. He pulled a sheet of paper out of the file and placed it in front of her. "Ecklie grabbed the tox report before anyone else could. You were drugged with rohypnol."
Catherine felt herself sink back in her chair, her hands continually sweeping through her hair. A date rape drug. Brilliant. Suddenly, she couldn't take it anymore and leapt out of the chair and walked to the window, hands continually sweeping through her hair.
"I still can't remember everything." she said, her back to him, eyes staring through the window to the lights of Las Vegas, and hands shaking with every word, betraying her seemingly calm exterior.
"You never told me the full story, only that you weren't raped. What actually happened?" Grissom asked, carefully weighing each word in his mind.
Catherine collapsed gently into the black padded chair, trying to resist the urge to curl her knees to her chest.
"I was at the bar. Someone drugged my drink and I was feeling dizzy - the world was spinning, my head hurt. I don't remember what happened, just woke up in a hotel room, naked and as confused as hell."Her hands were gripping the chair handles and she emphasized the word hell with a flick of her wrists. "I went to call it in, but just couldn't." she looked up at Grissom, eyes confused. "I made my own improvised rape kit, took nail scrapings, and used the tampon to..." her voice trailed off. "I took a shower, then called Sara and asked her to process the room, and asked her to keep it a secret." She took a picture out of her handbag and placed it on the desk. "Sam received this and came to the crime lab to check that I was okay, but only gave me the picture when he gave me the picture of Lindsey. I didn't want anyone to know."
Grissom picked up the picked and stared at the picture of Catherine naked, wrapped in sheets on a bed, with his mind reeling. Nobody knew what had happened, and probably never would. He put down the picture and began fiddling with his biro again.
"Do you remember everything?" he asked, trying to make more sense of the situation.
"Just black, white and red." Catherine said, her face confused, eyes staring into the distance. "Black hands."
Grissom stared at her. She had definitely been drugged, and the fact that she could remember some things actually made the situation worse.
"Unfortunately, we can't cover this one up. Ecklie already has his nose in this, and has taken a dislike to our team. You've been assaulted probably over three times, and Ecklie wanted to send you to therapy after the first, but I talked him out of it, he doesn't know about the second, and when he finds out about this," Grissom winced, "you are going to have to go to therapy. You really need to start reporting these things." Grissom sighed.
"Why?" Catherine demanded with her eyes flashing, "So Ecklie can have a field day and I can go to therapy?"
"No," said Grissom, his eyes burning holes in her mind, "So you can take care of yourself."
Catherine rolled her eyes and walked out of the office, but before she crossed the threshold she turned back. "Thanks for covering for me." she told Grissom.
She walked down the almost empty corridor of the crime lab, her black high heels clicking angrily on the polished floor and echoing through the corridor. The sound sounded lonely and cold in the silence, and it made her feel sad. The sound reminded her of what happened, and she was sure the sound was black, like the hands that roamed and violated. She had no memory, but she was sure that something had happened. Her hands still swept angrily through her hair as she stopped by her office to grab her jacket and bag. She just had to go home, go home see Lindsey, go home have a drink; then everything would be better - wouldn't it?
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